Gravediggress

Gravedigress dig me a hole I can bury
All of my love and all of my holy

Gravedigress dig me a hole I can bury
All of my love and all of my holy
All of my love and all of my holy

Gravedigress dig me a hole I can bury
All of my love and all of my holy
All of my love and all of my holy

Old gravediggress by the dried out brook
Whose babble turns to gravel
And my company too
I used to watch the butterflies,
Pretend that its spring
When December can't remember
Not a damn cold thing

Old gravedigger-r by the burnt out tree
Who held the hive a murmur
But no more bees
I used to hear the wind-
Made speak and sing the leaves
Seems so long I've felt but a shy and tender breeze

Gravedigress dig me a hole I can bury
All of my love and all of my holy

Old scarecrow wounded at the knee
Lost your button eyes
And most of your stuffing
Hay for a heart
And hay for a brain
If your momma was sweeter then you might be sane

Gravedigress dig me a hole I can bury
All of my love and all of my holy